Moving Forward

"Are we sure we're headed in the right direction?"

Lin Yu asked the man and dog beside him.

His gaze was mainly fixed on Wangcai. His true form was a dog—and never mind what kind of dog he was, dogs could generally tell directions!

Wangcai looked a little bewildered. "Why are you asking me? This is my first time entering Hongmeng. How would I know the direction?"

Lin Yu stalled at that. True enough.

He looked at Mo Wuhui.

Mo Wuhui calmly said, "Don't worry. Leave something as minor as finding our bearings to me. I can confirm that the direction we're traveling in is indeed toward the Primordial Great Chaos. I've traveled this way many times."

"But why do I feel like a very, very long time has already passed?" Lin Yu asked again.

Mo Wuhui frowned. "Now that you mention it, we should have encountered enemies long ago!"

Wangcai eyed the two of them suspiciously. A bad feeling suddenly rose in him. Had he been too rash to follow these two out here?

Thinking of something, Lin Yu asked, "By the way, why did you go to those strange insects before?"

"I was exploring Hongmeng, taking in sights farther away!" Mo Wuhui said.

"Oh." Lin Yu was reassured. As long as Mo Wuhui was not, like him, directionally challenged.

The three continued onward.

In truth, they had already passed the Primordial Great Chaos. Their direction had indeed been close, but a difference of a hair could lead to an error of a thousand miles. They brushed past the Primordial Great Chaos and continued toward even more distant reaches.

Time in Hongmeng could not truly be compared. Though they felt that a long time had passed, feelings were useless.

Time flowed differently within each of their minor chaoses. Thirty